Date: Thu, 10 Jan 2013 01:37:50 -0800 (PST)
From: John Brant
Subject: Boots on the Ground in Africa - 6 - Authoritarian/Interracial
Boots on the
Ground in Africa
Chapter 6
I was sitting on my bed when I heard the key in the door. When the door
opened I was surprised to see a pair of spit-shined Corcoran combat boots
in the doorway. Immediately I fell to the floor but was wondering: why is
the Captain coming to get me, when he has always sent Bob? "OK bootslut,
get your ass down to the big room." As I crawled past him, he swung the
belt in his right hand against my ass and said: "Get up and walk." As I
stood up I felt another stroke of the belt on my ass.
When we got to the playroom, the Captain sat in his big chair and commanded
me to kneel before him. I cast my eyes down to the floor and admired his
powerful military Corcoran combat boots. I could see the reflection of
myself in the toe cap which was as shiny as a mirror. "You're shipping out
tonight, aren't you boot boy?"
I replied: "Sir, yes sir!"
"Well, that's too bad, because I was just beginning to see real progress in
the training we are giving you. But if you are on the night flight to
London, you'll just have to go. I thought a good way to start the
afternoon is to give you that warm glow in your crotch which comes from
having a bootmaster massage your balls. Come a little closer so that I can
begin rubbing your cock and balls with my boot." I inched myself closer
until his right boot was resting comfortably on my crotch.
The Captain began rubbing his boot against my leather shorts. Before long
he had located my cock which had begun to harden. As he rubbed, I looked
down at the scene as if in a trance. It was so exciting to see that
powerful boot in my crotch and then feel the friction on my cock as the
sole of the boot moved up and down. Soon he began digging a bit with the
boot and moving it down so that it was under my balls and then kicking my
balls lightly. Having engaged two of my senses (sight and feeling) he
began working on my third sense: hearing. "You like that, boy? Of course
you do, you fucking little bootlicker. You love the feel of a real man's
powerful boots rubbing your cock. You can feel the power of his boots
spreading through your cock, into your balls and throughout your
body. There's nothing you would like to do more than to go down on those
boots right now and lick them, right boot slut? I can feel your cock
getting really hard, so I know you love to see my boot getting your little
cock all hot and bothered." All I could do was just nod. "I know from
your application that you like having an orgasm by having your engorged
balls kicked when your cock is about ready to cum. We did that yesterday
and I think you really were satisfied."
"Satisfied" was not the best word to describe it. I was ecstatic: the
sudden pain as the Captain's boot smashed into my balls and then the
massive pleasure as my cock released the pent up jizz. The Captain reached
over to the table and took a condom and handed it to me and said: "Here,
put this on." He moved his boot back so I could lower my shorts and roll
the rubber over my stiff member. I then pulled my shorts back up. "OK
bootboy. You know when the time in right to get the maximum pleasure, so
when you feel you can't hold it any longer. Close your eyes and say:
`Please sir, kick my balls.' Then continue to hold until you get your
reward. Remember to keep your eyes closed otherwise when you see my boot
heading toward its target your natural reaction would be to move or protect
your balls."
"Sir, yes sir!" was my positive reply. The conditions for getting a boot
fuck like this are difficult to manage, so when it all comes together, I
have an air of expectation that is beyond description. The Captain got up
from his chair and told me to move back a bit. I decided he needed the room
for his backswing. He then resumed his massaging of my cock with his thick
soled combat boot. I was mesmerized as I watched the shiny boot toe moving
around and felt the pleasure on my cock. If that was not enough, the
Captain began to speak to me in a provocative voice: "You really like the
feel of my boot on your cock, don't you boy! You like to feel the power of
that strong leather boot on your manhood. That boot is transferring power
from me to you. You love to feel that fucking powerful boot, don't you?"
As he spoke I had all I could do to keep myself from cuming. Finally I knew
I was about to climax, so I said: "Sir, give it to me." As I said that I
closed my eyes. The rubbing stopped and then I felt some light tapping on
my balls with the sharp command: "Not yet boy! Hold on." Again he tapped
and my body twitched, expecting the full power of the boot. One more little
kick. I didn't know how long I could hold back the flood and then it
came. The Captain drew back his combat boot and then thrust it forward. The
massive box toe shot right into my balls which were being held in position
by the ballring. I heard the slap as the leather of the boot connected
with the leather of my shorts and then a millisecond later I felt the
shooting pain rise up through my crotch and into my stomach. I
instinctively fell forward into a fetal position trying to protect my
balls. For a half minute or so I writhed in pain on the floor and then the
flood of release that comes when you have a good organism overtook me. I
felt as if I had the most incredible fuck in the world. I let our a gasp:
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh..." The exhilaration spread through my body. What a fuck!
"Get up, boy! There's still time for a second wave if you want it." The
pain in my crotch was intense, but the pleasure in my gut and throughout my
body was more intense. Slowly, I forced myself into the kneeling position
and forced my knees apart. Was I crazy to expose myself to another kick of
such force? I didn't have time to think much about that before that shiny,
box toe of the Captain's huge black combat boot connected again with my
balls. Once again pain shot through my crotch and I rolled over on to the
floor. Once again, there was the feeling of ecstasy of a completed orgasm.
I just lay on the floor and moaned and moaned. It felt so good, while the
pain in my balls was so intense. I knew right then why I like to be a "sub"
or subordinate – because when a dominate male punishes you, the pain
heightens the pleasure of the sexual experience. The pain gives pleasure!
The Captain let me lie on the floor until the pain and pleasure had pretty
well worn off. Then he said: "You know you want to complete this experience
by servicing my boots with the fuck you collected in that condom. Take it
off and service my boots with it." I got up on my knees and pulled down my
leather shorts and carefully peeled the rubber off my shrinking cock. Then
I moved forward and squeezed some of the milk on to the right boot toe and
the remainder on the left. I began licking the warm fuck off the shiny
leather. It was a bit tricky because the boot leather was so smooth and
shiny, the fuck wanted to spread out. So I adopted a sort of kissing
action in which I would suck up the fuck and then lick the smooth surface.
I finished up by broad licks all over the boot toe and up the shafts.
I was just finishing when Bob came into the room. The Captain asked: "Did
you find him alright?"
Bob replied: "Yes sir! He's in his room prepping for his first session."
"Good! This boot slut has just finished servicing my boots, but I would
really like to have two boot sluts groveling before me: one licking my
right boot and the other my left. Bring in the new client and we'll put him
right to work."
I heard the steps of Bob's combat boots on the floor as he left. Bob was
still in his safari outfit of khaki shirt and pants and black combat boots,
indicating he had just returned from the airport.
As I kept licking the left boot, I heard the door open and Bob's command:
"Alright you piece of shit, down on all fours and crawl to your master's
throne." I heard the sound of a boot kicking something soft and decided
that Bob was giving guidance with his boots so the new client would get to
the desired location. Then I saw a head beside mine. I shifted my head to
the back of the boot I was licking so I could get a better look at the new
client. He was in his mid thirties, good build and about six feet tall.
"Lick your master's boot, like that other boot slut." Immediately the
newcomer began licking. I paused to get a better look at his face. I was
rewarded by a hard kick by Bob who said: "You don't have to stop your work,
bootboy. Keep licking the master's boots. He wants to feel both of your
tongues pressing in on his feet through the leather.
After about ten minutes of licking the same boot, the Captain said: "Well,
John, I guess you'll have to stop and go to your room. Prepare yourself
for your departure. Bob will come and collect you at 5:00 p.m. to go to
the airport. You've been a good bootboy. I hope we have not disappointed
you in delivering your treatment. Come again."
I stood up slowly and said: "Thank you, sir! It has been an honor to be
trained by your boots and to have Bob discipline me with his boots. I hope
to return again." With that, Bob grabbed my arm and led me out of the room
and down to my cell.
When we got to the room Bob said: "Get a good shower and then change into
your civilian clothes. I'll be back to get you in about an hour."
As I stood in the shower with the nice warm water massaging my aching
crotch and ass, a feeling of fulfillment and satisfaction spread across my
body. Yes! These experiences were certainly worth it. I would return again
some day.
The End
I hope you enjoyed this fictional account of one man's search for the
ultimate sexual experience. If you like stories about boot power, you might
enjoy some of my other Nifty submissions.
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/relationships/boot-slut-in-chicago
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/forced-to-be-a-boot-slave
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/boots-in-the-backroom
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/boxing-day-boot-bash
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/boot-lust-in-vegas
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/rotc-bootlicker
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/boot-at-folsom-street-east